... not what he needed to calm down. he only found the wire by groping through the weeds on his hands and knees. he lifted his head in this position and stared down the dirt path as it broke free of the woods, raced across the unmowed field for 30 yards, and connected with an asphalt cul-de-sac. it was the type of place where curbs and sidewalks end awkwardly, where storm drains run underneath (uncertain) lots, the unfamiliar forms at the edge of suburban developments. the orange/yellow light from the lone street lamp dropped to the ground and collected on the boxy shape of an electrical transformer.